So I'm in the store, waiting in a ridiculously long line, and the kid in front of me is not waiting patiently. His mom has two other youngsters and has her hands full. So I kneel down in front of the kid and we start rifling though my purse together trying to find something entertaining.
Note to self: get a discreet container for instead cups and pads if you're going to share your purse with an unknown kidlet.
So he finds my pictures and he's going through. There are pictures of all five kids, the grandbaby, some family shots, etc. There's also pictures of all five surrobubs. Think explaining surrogacy is hard with adults...try it with a three year old.
Conversation went like this:
Who they?
Those are some friends' babies.
Where they live?
Boston and Sweden.
Huh?
Boston and Sweden.
Why you have their pictures with pictures of your kids?
They are very close friends' babies.
Why?
We like them a lot.
Why?
Because they are special.
Why? (man I don't miss 3 year olds one tiny bit)
Because they are family too.
How?
Because I grew them.
These pictures are old?
No.
(Look of total confusion while he rifles through for the grandbaby picture and then compares it to the newest surrobaby picture)
How can you grow babies and be a grandma? Nah...you're too old for that.
Out of the mouth of babes as they say.
So to answer the question of how do you know when you should retire from surrogacy: when random three year olds tell you to. The end.
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